The Death of the Shaws

You continue walking past them, dropping your backpack onto the ground and plopping yourself on the couch. They both shoot glares at you, your sister asking what was up. "Nothing." You claim, switching the TV on, and they only become more aggravated with your distant behavior. "Fine." Your brother hisses passive-aggressively before walking off and your sister going upstairs. The TV's static hissed, the antennas twitching slightly so you got a slightly fuzzy screen that showed the news. Your eyes meet your backpack, and you remember that you have Algebra homework.